Every once in a while I stop by www.poetry.com to check out some poetry. I really love this one by Ben Taylor. It is called "Scattered"
Scattered
Trials of magnitude come to order
On this branch of life's dim misery
Standing tribulations to mute judgement
A harbinger of evil to thrust upon thee
Bitter refrains are slowly anchored
To the bowels of an innermost thought
Stand beside themselves with terror
For this horror that mankind has wrought
The boughs of the tree weep with remembrance
Of times that have withered to ash
Men who knew no love in their hearts
Before their eyes, life ceased to flash
Wails of torment ride a dark breeze
Through ponderings of lost innocence
Throw up barriers of protected wrath
Provide ignorance with charges of offense
Celestial lights lose eternal glimmer
With the blinking of immortal eyes
Casting them into a sea of darkness
'Til mortals entrust them to arise
Doors close with opportunities lost
Those dreams that ceased to exist
With elation they greet the falling dusk
That shelters them in a black mist
The tree sheds the last earthly leaves
Of those lives that it chose to ponder
With the shedding of tearless seeds
It allows captured souls to wander
Scattered
Trials of magnitude come to order
On this branch of life's dim misery
Standing tribulations to mute judgement
A harbinger of evil to thrust upon thee
Bitter refrains are slowly anchored
To the bowels of an innermost thought
Stand beside themselves with terror
For this horror that mankind has wrought
The boughs of the tree weep with remembrance
Of times that have withered to ash
Men who knew no love in their hearts
Before their eyes, life ceased to flash
Wails of torment ride a dark breeze
Through ponderings of lost innocence
Throw up barriers of protected wrath
Provide ignorance with charges of offense
Celestial lights lose eternal glimmer
With the blinking of immortal eyes
Casting them into a sea of darkness
'Til mortals entrust them to arise
Doors close with opportunities lost
Those dreams that ceased to exist
With elation they greet the falling dusk
That shelters them in a black mist
The tree sheds the last earthly leaves
Of those lives that it chose to ponder
With the shedding of tearless seeds
It allows captured souls to wander
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